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Nonstop
03:44
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Blood on my guitar strings makes me feel so intense
Only ‘cause my skin isn't as strong as human flesh
I only have time to miss you when you're close enough to touch
A-ha, are you in love with whatever seems to be going on?
A-ha, I'll do no harm to a body bleeding out in the wrong
A-ha, nonstop
A-ha, a-ha, don't stop
Everybody's dancing crazy like honey sped up
I get so uneasy when weapons don’t exist
Batesian optometry, cheap axes make me sick
I'll kill the plot if I have to, if the hero swallows it up
A-ha, are you in love with whatever seems to be going on?
A-ha, I'll do no harm to a body bleeding out in the wrong
A-ha, nonstop
A-ha, a-ha, don't stop
Everybody's dancing crazy like honey sped up
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
Blood on my guitar strings
Blood on my guitar strings
Blood on my guitar
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2. |
Marie Antoinette
03:43
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They call me Marie Antoinette
‘Cause my skin is pale, my rack is huge, and I don’t have a head
I asked my lover how she learned to speak French
She said it helps to have a mademoiselle lying in your bed
They call me Cleopatra
But I stay out of the sun and I can’t walk the Egyptian
I met a boy who was achin’ for a fight
‘Til I taught him that his fists were far more useful in the night time
They call me Mary, mother of Christ
But my figure couldn’t forgive even a holy child
My bedroom eyes are a force to behold
So I’ll forget you brought me frankincense and gold
Do you think I’m pretty?
Could I be an actress, a bitch on the big screen?
Do you think I’m clever?
My ma always told me that I was her funniest kid
I want to be
The fleshy pink beacon of light girls think they can trust
I want to be
The older woman my kid’s friends want to fuck
Oh woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
I try to be clean, I try to be clean
I try to be clean, I try to be clean
I try to be clean but clean’s not for me
They call me Marie Antoinette
‘Cause my skin is pale, my rack is huge, and I don’t have a head
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3. |
Julius Caesar
04:17
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Julius Caesar died last night
The throne is mine for the taking
Julius Caesar died last night
The throne is mine
I’ve been waiting for years
C’mon we can go get high
When I’m not, it’s like
I disappear
Your heartbeat thaws when I mention his name
It kills me to know I’m losing you again
When the night rolls around all I can think about is the fact that
There’s the fact that
I’m just your broken appendage
I’m glad my father isn’t here to see me now
And then the fact that you sleep in
My bed does nothing to console me
Julius Caesar died last night
But he is all but forgotten in your heart
(It’s funny!) I’ve conquered all the empires but the only thing you want
Is something I can’t give to you
(Pathetic!) I’m still in love with someone who can’t fully understand
What I once thought to be the only asset I would ever have
I’m just your broken appendage
I’m glad my father isn’t here to see me now
And then the fact that you sleep in
My bed does nothing to console me
Julius Caesar died last night (oh)
If I followed suit who could be surprised? (oh)
‘Cause Julius Caesar died last night (oh)
Julius Caesar died last night (oh)
But he is all but forgotten in your heart
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4. |
Goth Fuck
04:08
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That boy is the top of the earth
He is freezing cold, I can’t see his worth
But I want to use him, I want to use him
He’s a killer king astronaut
The way he bleeds in space makes me get so hot
And I want to hurt him, I want him to like it
All black
All black everything
Black cat crossing paths with my brain
Too dark on this side of the moon we call home
I want to be his home
I want to be his home
We don't talk about his past
‘Cause it’s a crow with teeth and a busted map and I
I want to tell him nothing really matters
He’s a rotten pear son of a bitch
And I’m killing myself just to see him twitch
And I want to make him smile when we’re alone
All black
All black everything
Black cat crossing paths with my brain
Too dark on this side of the moon we call home
I want to be his home
I want to be his home
I love the way he takes off all the clothes he wears
Like it’s something to be hated, he’s somebody to fear
I love the way he takes off all the clothes he wears
Like it’s something to be hated, he’s nobody to fear
(God I got I got, God I got, got a goth fuck) Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
(God I got I got, God I got, got a goth fuck) Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
All black
All black everything
Black cat crossing paths with my brain
Too dark on this side of the moon we call home
I want to be his home
I want to be his home
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5. |
No Artist
03:05
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I corner her in the back of the room
I corner her in the bottom of my heart
I say hello with the raise of my eyelids
She says hello in the wake of her hips
That girl in a black dress is all I need
She says she’s no artist
But she paints her lips the shade that I bleed
Tell me:
Will I be the one to break your heart tonight?
Or will I be telling (My G-d!) the same old story?
Why do I always fall for the fallen ones?
Why do I always break for the broken ones?
I promised myself I would roll with the punches
Even if they left me dead by the side of the road
It would be more than worth it
To say I spent one night with you
I could be an artist if you wanted me to
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